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Contributed by
bohemian_with_a_pen
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Sunday, 21st January 2007 @ 06:25:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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For the eighteenth time that weekend
I slumped with my back against the wall
Clutching my mobile in tired hands
I shakily connected the call
I dialled my number for weeks on end
And never once picked up the phone
In my pathetic world of psychosis
I guessed it meant I was alone
You, who'd watched me disappear
Decided to join the game
With your 'concerned face' and a prepared speech
You noted my waning frame
With a vehemence left in so few
I said, "Its something I have to do"
And behind the lies and the blood shot eyes
I thought I would get through.
And now, Im left to you
This control had been
My one remaining token
And now look at my beautiful bones...
Theyre broken
Spitting poison through gritted teeth
I promised you I would be weak
And after it all I almost welcomed the fall,
But don't dare confuse liar with cheat.
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2007-01-21 06:25:26]
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Re: blank
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by NDean on
Sunday, 21st January 2007 @ 06:52:55 AM AEST
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Such an emotional poem. I love it. To tell you the truth Blank would be a good title as it links to the imagery of the main characters soul. But ill leave weepingprophet to name it for you.
Brilliant Read
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Re: blank
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by priss on
Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 09:54:51 PM AEST
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| beautiful and brilliant. love it |
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